Gu Xia had been waiting for the taxi for a long time, and the Prince was still standing there, holding the little red scarf Gu Xia had just given him.
Behind him, Xiao Liu was about to die of laughter…
"That scarf is for women, right? The Grandmaster must be playing a trick on His Highness, right?" Xiao Liu laughed while holding his stomach.
Just then, something even more astonishing happened…
Our adorably clueless Prince, after examining the scarf for a while, slowly put it around his neck.
That image…
All the Seven Little Ones burst into laughter…
Prince Yehenala Qing, since his birth, had always been surrounded by an aura.
In the past 27 years, he had never done anything inappropriate.
After all, his every action represented the noble Royal Family.
A child who could attend Royal Group meetings with his father at five, travel abroad alone for business at eight, and physically tackle strong men in Ju Country at twelve.
